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Updated: June 28, 2025
Certainly in this instance it was. As we speedily discovered, it was a very unlucky common soldier who did not have a swig of rare Burgundy or ancient claret to wash down his black bread and sausage that night at supper. Unwittingly we had bumped into the headquarters of the whole army not of a single corps, but of an army.
"Thank you," said the singular old gentleman, putting it under his coat; "after dinner. Drink?" I was not exactly prepared for this, but did not know if it would be safe to decline, and so putting the proffered flask to my lips pretended to swig elaborately, keeping my mouth tightly closed the while. "Good article," said I, returning it.
It was full. He raised it to his lips and took a long swig. "Great Jehosephat," he gasped, his eyes starting out with astonishment. "That ain't water. It's prime old applejack, smoother'n butter, and smellin' sweeter'n a rose. Best I ever tasted."
The sailor took another swig, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and continued "Now for a good lie." "I sailed in a brig for the Brazils, and a gale came on, that I never seed the like of.
She gets riled at times, but after all she gives poor folks like us a living. Here, Tonet! Give us a drink, a good big swig! Cheer the place up a bit. Let's give the Mayflower a good old-fashioned send-off." He took the beaker that was handed him and drank a deep draught. But his mother went on weeping, her eyes still gazing at the tavern-boat down the shore.
Here Tim stopped, looked carefully around to see if the coast was clear, and then said, "Sti-Sti-Stillwell, l-l-less t-t-take a swig!" "All right," I responded. Thereupon Tim poised his camp-kettle on a wagon hub, inclined the brim to his lips, and took a most copious draught, and I followed suit. We then started on, and it was lucky, for me at any rate, that we didn't have far to go.
Fill again, and tell me, on the word of an honest toper, did you ever, in cellar, tavern, or any kind of a dram-shop, spend the price of your children's food for a swig half so delicious? Now, for the first time these ten years, you know the flavor of cold water. Good-bye; and whenever you are thirsty, remember that I keep a constant supply at the old stand. Who next?
"Here," he whispered, "take a swig o' this," and he pressed a bottle toward Billy's lips. Billy shook his head. The stuff had kept him down all his life he had sworn never to touch another drop of it, and he never would, whether he lost this and every other fight he ever fought. He had sworn to leave it alone for HER sake! And then the gong called him to the center of the ring.
Thirkle had been drinking of the brandy, and was in a jolly mood, and he had given Petrak a good swig of it to lighten the little rascal's feet, but I refused the bottle when it was offered to me, for, low as my spirits were, and racked as my body was, I could not come to accept their ghastly hospitality.
"Ah!" said Joe, "a rum upset that there. Swig this down, sir!" and he held out to his master, a flask-cup filled with brandy. Mr. Lavender swallowed it. "Have they gone?" he said, gasping. "They 'ave, sir," replied Joe, "and not 'alf full neither. Where did you pick 'em up?" "In a gravel-pit," said Mr. Lavender. "I can never forgive myself for this betrayal of my King and country.
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